THE POLICE: POSTCARDS FROM MONTSERRAT
On the tiny island of Montserrat (33 square miles), the Police recently lolled in the sun, drank tropical drinks, and painfully re-examined their roots. Hard work, you bet. It's our great good fortune that the hard-working trio dropped these pix in the mail.


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THE POLICE: POSTCARDS FROM MONTSERRAT
On the tiny island of Montserrat (33 square miles), the Police recently lolled in the sun, drank tropical drinks, and painfully re-examined their roots. Hard work, you bet.
It's our great good fortune that the hard-working trio dropped these pix in the mail. How else would we have known about that painful re-examination and all that other stuff?
Well, any bunch as tour-happy as these guys deserves a little West Indies ambience every decade or so. Let's just hope this doesn't get to be a habit.